The Space Between Stars

A poem that wonders — if everything ends, what still matters? The Space Between Stars explores how silence, love, and memory create meaning in a fleeting universe.

I often wonder

if the stars remember

the first time they burned,

or if they simply shine

without asking why.

Maybe that’s what peace is —

not understanding,

just existing

without apology.

We,

fragile and infinite,

walk through a galaxy of seconds,

collecting moments

as if they could outlive us.

Every breath

is a universe collapsing and beginning again.

Every goodbye

is a lesson in eternity.

We keep searching

for purpose,

for patterns in the noise,

for something that says

we mattered.

But maybe meaning

was never something to find—

maybe it’s what we leave behind

in the way we look at each other,

in the laughter that survives a silence,

in the hand we hold

before letting go.

The stars don’t speak,

yet we call them beautiful.

The night doesn’t promise tomorrow,

yet we trust it will come.

Perhaps that’s enough—

to live

with open eyes,

with gentle rebellion,

with the quiet courage

of not knowing.

And when our names fade,

as all names do,

the universe will hum softly,

remembering us

as part of the space

between stars.